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A story about a girl that finally finds the will to live after years of being tormented by her ruthless past, just to have it reach to her once more, coming back with the same intensity of cruelty and terror and once again erasing her just bui...
° ° ° . . . Keep on dreaming, don't stop breathing, fight those demons, sell your soul, not your whole self. . .
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CHAPTER 50 —————
"You said you'd kill them..." I spoke up. Staring straight ahead through the windshield and avoiding to look at him by any means.
Ever since we took off from Seoul, I'd been keeping the conversations with him on the minimum. I loathed the sound of his voice. I hated even more being in the same car with him, sitting right next to him, not being able to pull away every time he'd reach for me. Every time he'd run a hand through my hair and play with it, or grab my hand in his dirty one or caress my face with that same disgusting palm of his. I despised breathing the same air with him.
Nevertheless I had to finally ask him. There were so many things bothering me and no matter how much I despised the fact, it was only him who could answer my questions.
"Huh? What exactly are you on about?" He questioned, not fully paying attention to it at all. His face focused on the road in front of him as he sped up the car further. Ofcourse, when he talked to me I had to be all ears and he had to be the only thing I'm focused on. But when I had questions, that was nothing of his concern.
I let out a shaky sigh and still continued speaking. "When you called me that one time, you said you'd kill them if I interacted with any of them." I looked down at my lap, stubbornly avoiding his eyes even after feeling his intense gaze burning my face every now and then when he could. I took another short breath. "But when they took me back, why didn't you do anything?"
He choke out a psychotic laugh. I quickly looked back at him, staring at him like I was looking at a total madman– which he actually was. I didn't ask anything funny and there he was making a joke of my concern. "Oh, my silly kitten..." He smirked, making a short eye contact with me and it was enough to make me uncomfortable in my seat even more than I was. "It's called mind games. I make you think what I want you to think."
My eyes teared up, widened as I stared at him. I blindly followed his orders, when he wasn't even going to do anything. I hid everything from everyone when I could've shared it all and now I wouldn't have to be in that car at all. How stupid could I get? Mind games... he was all about the mind games. He was always a manipulative piece of trash that in whichever way got what he wanted.
"So..." My voice faded. "You wouldn't have killed them anyway..?"
At this point I felt like laughing at my self for both trusting his bluff and thinking that I could have gotten away with telling Taeyong and the gang everything from the start. He had this way of making people feel so stupid by doing literally nothing at all and— God, how much I hated his guts.
